Ryan Reign: Chapter 46

I’m pulling my hair into a ponytail as I walk into the living area and blink in shock as I see Shane, Liam and Mikey wearing dress pants and smart shirts and looking good enough to eat. As I get nearer, I can smell their cologne too. I just finished a bath and I’m in one of Conor’s t-shirts. It’s Patrick’s funeral tomorrow and I had thought we were all going to have a few beers and watch a movie together.

“I didn’t realize we were going out?” I say with a frown as I look down at my under-dressed state.

Mikey pulls me into his arms and runs his nose along my throat. “We’re going out, Red, but not you.”

I step back and stare at him in surprise while Shane and Liam grin at me. “What? Why?” I can’t help feeling a little hurt that they’re all going out without me.

“You’re staying with me, Angel,” Conor growls in my ear as he walks up behind me and slides his arm around my waist too, until I’m pressed between him and Mikey. “The boys are giving us the place to ourselves.”

The tone of his voice sends shivers skittering up my spine. God, I have missed him. “Why?” I breathe.

“You’ll see,” he chuckles.

Shane leans forward and kisses my cheek before he looks over my shoulder at Conor. “Be good,” he warns.

“Of course,” Conor replies.

“See you in the morning, baby.” Liam gives me a kiss on the cheek too before Mikey seals his lips over mine and slips his tongue into my mouth while Conor holds onto me.

“Come on,” Shane says, pulling him away. “I thought you two were going to drink me under the table.”

“Oh yeah,” Mikey chuckles and the three of them head for the door.

“We won’t be on clean up duty when you get home, so don’t come anywhere near either of us if you’re going to puke. You got me?” Conor says to their backs and they all nod and mumble their agreement.

A few seconds later, they have left and closed the door behind them, leaving Conor and me alone. I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck. “Not that this isn’t a lovely surprise, but why do we need the house to ourselves?”

“Oh,” he flashes his eyebrows at me, “with everything that’s happened, I forgot to give you your punishment.”

“What punishment?” I breathe, feigning my innocence even as a wet heat rushes between my thighs.

He frowns at me. “For flirting with Sean O’Connor!”

“I did not flirt!” I insist.

“You smiled at him,” he reminds me.

“Smiling is not flirting!”

“Hmm.” He leans down and kisses me softly. “I think I’m going to have to torture a confession out of you, Jessie Ryan.”

I chew on my lip as I look up at him. This is the side of Conor I only see glimpses of. It’s terrifying and exciting all at the same time.

I take a deep breath. “You think we’re ready?”

“Yes,” he nods his head. “But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m just as happy to fuck you all night, Angel if that’s what you need?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I trust you completely.”

“Hmm.” He rubs a hand over his jaw and we start to walk toward his bedroom. “You say that now, but wait until you see what I have in store for you.” He chuckles darkly and I shiver.

“Have you got some of those jiggle balls, or something?” I grin at him, remembering the fun Shane and I had with them.

“Oh, Angel, they’re for amateurs,” he winks at me and I wonder what the hell I have let myself in for.

When I walk into Conor’s room a moment later, my heart skips a beat when I see the things he has laid out on the bed.

“I wanted you to see everything,” he says softly as he guides me over to the bed.

I look at the array of equipment, floggers, a paddle, a butt plug with a beautiful green jewel on the base, leather cuffs and a blindfold. But the thing that intrigues me most are the lengths of chain. What the hell? “Where did you get all of this?” I ask as I reach down and stroke my fingertips over the soft leather of the flogger.

“Didn’t Shane tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“We just bought a chain of clubs. We have one here, London, Chicago, LA, Paris, and one in New York.”

“And what do sex toys have to do with your new clubs?”

“What do you think?” He grins at me.

“They’re sex clubs?” I gasp. “How did you not tell me about this?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re not called sex clubs,” he laughs. “Shane was going to tell you. I suppose he forgot with everything else going on.”

“Wait! That’s not where they’ve gone tonight, is it?” I frown at him.

“You honestly think they would go there without you?” He frowns back.

“No,” I shake my head.

“You’re okay with it then? I mean it’s just business for us, but … it has its perks too,” he says as he picks up some nipple clamps that I hadn’t even noticed.

“Of course. And I’d love to go sometime,” I smile at him.

“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at me and I don’t know if that’s a yes or a no. “You ever used these before?” He holds up the clamps.

“I’ve had them used on me,” I whisper. It wasn’t a particularly pleasurable experience, but I imagine there is nothing Conor Ryan could do to my body that I wouldn’t enjoy.

Thankfully, he doesn’t press me for details. “You okay with them?”

“Yes. I’m okay with anything you have in mind,” I breathe as my heart races in my chest and he pulls me into his arms.

“That’s a pretty dangerous thing to admit, Angel,” he growls.

“It’s true though. So, what have you got planned first?” My eyes are drawn back to the toys on the bed.

“First off,” he slides his hands down my back and starts to peel off my t-shirt, “I want you naked. And wet.”

The second part is already taken care of as he discovers a few seconds later when his hand slips into my panties. “Fuck, Jessie,” he growls as his fingers slide through my folds and the next thing I know he is lifting me up and throwing me into the middle of the bed. He towers over me as he tugs off his sweatpants and tosses them onto the floor.

“Turn over,” he commands and I do it without hesitation. Then he crawls over me, nudging my thighs apart with his knee before he nestles himself between them. The tip of his cock nudges at my opening and I suck in a breath right before he drives into me.

“Conor!” I groan loudly as the endorphins floods my body and my walls squeeze around him. What the hell happened to all the toys he had lined up?

As if reading my mind, he growls in my ear as he nails me into the mattress. “I just need to fuck you first, Angel.”

He pins my wrists above my head as he drives into me over and over again, and the wet sound of my arousal fills the room. As soon as he senses I’m on the edge he increases his pace until my orgasm comes hard and fast. As I squeeze him in deeper, he groans loudly before pulling out of me and finishing on my ass.

“Conor!” I say and he chuckles as he starts to rub his cum down the seam before pushing a finger inside.

“On your knees, Angel,” he says as he taps my ass.

I push up onto my knees and look behind me to see him reaching for the metallic plug. He rubs his hand over it and that’s when I realize he’s using his own cum as lube and it’s so hot it makes my insides tremble.

A few seconds later, I feel the metal, warmed by the heat of Conor’s hands, pressing against the seam of my ass. I lay my face against the bed and push my hips back against him, groaning as he slides the plug all the way inside.

“And I thought your ass couldn’t look any more beautiful,” he groans as he pushes two fingers deep into my pussy, making me groan too. “So wet, Angel.”

I feel him climb off the bed. Taking hold of my hips he pulls me toward him and smacks my ass hard with his hand. The sound echoes around the room, masking my sharp intake of breath.

“You’ll tell me to stop if it starts to hurt, right?” he growls.

“Umm,” I mumble, earning myself another hard slap.

“Right?”

“Yes!” I gasp, willing him to do more. This is a side of him I rarely get to see, but that I adore. My calm, controlled Conor, unrestrained and almost feral with desire.

“Up on your knees,” he barks and I push myself, allowing him to blindfold me before he pushes me back down. Taking hold of my ankles, he pulls my legs wide apart until I am lying spread open with my ass in the air. I breathe heavily as I wait for whatever is next.

The thwack of the paddle stings my ass as it cracks loudly, sending a rush of wet heat searing between my thighs.

“Conor!” I moan as he brings it down again and I feel my juices dripping out of me and running down my thighs.

He brings it down again, and this time the tip of it lands on the plug, pushing it deeper and sending shivers of pleasure tinged with pain skittering up my spine. My knees almost buckle but he holds me upright.

“Talk to me, Angel,” he growls, “or we stop this now.”

“I need more,” I groan.

“Fuck!” he hisses as he goes on spanking me with the paddle until my ass is on fire. When I think I’m almost done, I hear the paddle dropping to the floor as Conor pants for breath behind me. His rough hand rubs over the flaming skin of my ass cheeks before he slips two fingers inside my pussy again and I push back against him. I want more of him.

“You’re soaking, Angel,” he pants. “Why do you love having your ass spanked so much?”

“I don’t know,” I gasp.

“Yes you do.” He pumps his fingers in and out of me. “Because you know how fucking hard it makes me, and you know you’re going to be fucked good when I’m done, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe as he pulls his fingers out of me and grabs hold of my hips. I brace myself for what’s about to happen. My legs tremble with need as I wait for what I really want from him. When he finally sinks his cock deep inside me I cry out in pleasure and relief. His hands are so huge they almost wrap around my waist, and as he holds on to me while he rails into me, he pushes his thumb against the head of the jeweled plug and ripples of pleasure roll through my body.

“Please, Conor?” I beg him as he leisurely fucks me.

“Soon, Angel,” he chuckles as he pulls his cock out of me, making me groan in frustration. “Now, on your back.”

I roll over onto my back and as soon as I do, Conor’s hands are sliding over my legs. He wraps one of the leather cuffs around each ankle and spreads my thighs wide apart before he chains my legs to the bed. I swallow hard as my heart races in my ears.

“You okay?” he asks as he straddles me.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” He leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, making me whimper with need. He nibbles and sucks as one of his hands slides between my thighs and toys with my pussy at the same time until I am trembling with an impending orgasm.

Then he stops.

His tongue disappears to be replaced by one of the clamps. The bite stings for a second, before it draws the blood to my breasts and my entire nipple pulses with a gentle throbbing heat. He does the same to my other one and all I can do is moan and whimper while he plays my body expertly. A few moments later he pushes himself up and disappears again. I swallow hard as I listen to him moving around the room. The clinking of chains as I wait for him makes tremors skitter along my spine. It is pleasure, laced with fear.

“It’s only me and you here, Angel,” he soothes as he takes my wrist and wraps a leather cuff around it before he chains both of my hands to the bed so I’m completely bound and spread open for him. I pull at my restraints but there is so little give I can barely move. They are tight and expertly fitted.

“I know,” I whisper.

“We leave our ghosts at the door, okay?”

“Yes.”

This is the best way I know how to exorcise those ghosts of my past and he knows it better than anyone. I’m not sure anyone else would know that this is what I need. His uncle used to chain me up. He did it a few days earlier in the basement of his farmhouse. This is different. This is about trust. And love.